The End of an Era

This era:

No, not the end of an exceptionally cute child running on the treadmill. The end of the Reebok ACD1. With a dead motor, my husband and I dragged it out to the curb last night. I planned to take a pitiful photo of it on the curb, but by daylight, it was already gone... all 300 lbs. of it. I'm still baffled at how someone drove by and just "tossed" it into the back of the truck. It took all our strength to get it to the curb.

And today... wait for it...

Yeah, come to your new mama...

Come on... a little closer...

And closer...

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﻿Ah, safe at home in the garage for tonight... We'll move you to your rightful home on Sunday.

Tonight we are headed to Cleburne for a quick birthday celebration. We'll sleep at the in-law's tonight, then I'll wake up bright and early and run the Bud E. Boo Half Marathon. Head back to the in-law's, clean up, then have a birthday lunch with the family. Then we'll make the trip straight back home.

Thank you to all of you who gave advice to me yesterday. Some of you know me too well and know that missing a race would involve bed-ridden illness or heavily bloodied limbs. So, yes, I will be running tomorrow. I'll determine pace AFTER I start out. Last year, only 24 people crossed the finish line for the half, so it'll be small, and I'm worried about boredom affecting my pace more than anything! But we'll see. I did rest, and I did not run today.